individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows, becoming a piece of everything that grows. some numbers, a name, to indicate you played the game, came empty handed and left the same. a soul is a soul and a shell is a shell, the border between us is full of everything you felt. some cling to a cross because they're tired and lost, they leave it up
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i don't know you too well, but you've become one of my favourite people, despite anything.
its so wonderful to see you living, and i honestly see you as one of the truest people.
thank you.
love, ruth
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you write so very well
it is a shame you don't do it more often
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Your writing is amazing.
And I agree with Ruth, you're one of the truest people.
:) <3
Sushi soon. Tell Chantel.
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